Xiao Ming

"King of Hell? Ruler of souls? Xiao Ming?"

Seeing Jashin-chan finish off two puddings in a few bites and still look half-conscious, Uchiha Qingfeng grabbed her shoulders with both hands and gave her a fierce shake. "Weren't you awake? Didn't you recover your memories? At least give me a normal reaction."

Jashin-chan counted on her fingers. "Give me one, two, three... ten more puddings, and I should remember who this King of Hell you're talking about is..."

"Let me tell you, after all these years of development here, pudding is still the greatest invention."

This guy was unbelievable. The fire was already at their brows, yet she was still trying to haggle.

This was no time to argue with Little Evil God over a few puddings. He had stockpiled quite a lot back when he had money, and now he dumped every last one into Jashin-chan's arms.

"There, take them. Now hurry up and talk."

Little Evil God picked one up first and took a bite, then said indistinctly, "Xiao Ming. That's the King of Hell you mentioned. He's a guy who never smiles, and he was also one of the people we bullied..."

Uchiha Qingfeng: ...

Since when had the King of Hell become such a nobody? Xiao Ming? Why not Xiao Hong? This name was ridiculous enough.

Little Evil God kept rambling on about all those ancient old stories, and Uchiha Qingfeng felt his head swelling just from listening.

Meanwhile, the attention of the three normal people present, along with Black Zetsu, who did not even have a human form, was entirely focused on the snake-tailed humanoid. The previously tense atmosphere had eased somewhat.

At that moment, a handsome guy lay helplessly on the ground inside Amenominaka, calling out, "Can someone save me? Just pull these five black